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I heard someone say, “Coyote…” and then the shadowy figure turned to look at our car.

Estella screamed.

The tires screamed louder.

The next thing I knew, two more shots were fired and I felt the impossibly loud, repeated
slam
of three bodies against the front of the car, followed by one being caught under us.

Estella continued screaming.

I switched on the headlights just in time to avoid missing the exit. I hung a hard left and the car bounced through filthy puddles and narrowly avoided dumpsters and burning trash cans.

Another shot was fired behind us, and I gritted my teeth, expecting to feel the hot kiss of lead against my back.

And Estella continued screaming.

The street lights soon welcomed us back to civilization and I heard the blaring horns of angry drivers as I sped past a stop sign and slipped into the traffic.

Estella eventually ran out of breath, and after a moment, she started crying.

My chest burned, and I took my first breath in what felt like eons.

I didn’t say a word, expecting more gunshots, or police sirens, or maybe a fleet of gangsters chasing after us in the rearview mirror.

It wasn’t until I was finally forced to stop at a set of red lights that I realized we might not have been in immediate danger. At least, it didn’t look like we were.

Without putting much thought into it, I started to drive the car back towards home. Maybe this was a stupid move. No, in fact it was most definitely a stupid move. For all I knew, someone had been tailing us since we fled the dark side streets, hoping to find out where I live and make my entire family pay.

In short, my absentmindedness could destroy the lives of everybody I loved.

So I broke out of my usual route and took the car into an empty car park.

“What are you doing?” Estella hissed.

I tugged the park brake and sat there, the engine purring softly under my hands. “Waiting.”

“For
what
?” she asked, like I was insane.

“To see if anyone followed us.”

The next question hung in the air.
And what will you do if they did?

Thank Christ I’d never have to answer that. After fifteen incredibly tense minutes, the only people that went past the car park was a delivery car from Domino’s Pizza, and some kid on a skateboard.

I wiped the sweat from my brow. “I think we’re good.” I leant back in the driver’s seat, suddenly aware of how sticky and cold I was. I licked the salt from my lips and said, “I think we hit that El Coyote dude; the guy Rol was—” but before I could finish, Estella threw herself over to my side of the car and smothered my lips with hers. Her tongue sliding into my mouth was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. The scent of her body – perfume and makeup mixed with sweaty terror – sent a rush of blood downwards, and my cock was back and ready for action.

Estella climbed over until the weight of her body was on mine. I was confused as hell, but not about to question or stop what was going on. My uncle’s sexy fiancé’s round ass pressed against my lap, and I could feel the friction of her heaving chest against me. At some point, her hand reached down and tugged on a lever, causing the driver’s seat to pull back. Then, she reached behind her, unhooked her black skirt and threw it off, revealing a set of lovely black panties between her firm, dark thighs.

“Take it off,” she said, her hair covering her eyes.

I didn’t have to ask what. What I did ask, stupidly, was: “Are you sure?”

In response, she bent forward and tugged my shorts down for me – boxers and all.

When Estella took the throbbing head of my prick in her mouth, it was like being a kid on Christmas morning. Her experienced MILF’s tongue sent waves of pleasure through my crotch, and I abandoned all self-consciousness by letting out a long, low moan. I tangled my fingers in her dark hair, guiding her bobbing head up and down my shaft. Oh God, the years she had lived had really taught her how to suck a dick. I thrusted my hips up in synch with her bobbing head, and despite sending every inch of my man-meat down her throat, Estella didn’t gag once.

She let out a high-pitched, squealing gasp when I finally let her pull her head away from my cock. I could feel the hot, stringy coating of the saliva covering the length of my dick, which would make what came next much easier.

With more than a little awkwardness, Estella half-stood-half-crouched so that she could slide her black panties off.

That’s it. Come to me…

She lowered herself over my standing dick, and I felt my head part her sweet MILF’s lips and slide easily into her. Estella sighed as her bare womanhood enveloped the length of my shaft. “Did I just take your virginity, baby?” she cooed slyly.

I couldn’t lie to her. I had tried my best not to let it show, tried to rein in my excitement so as to not give away that yes, the most anyone had ever done was touch me. I nodded in the dark.

She leant down and kissed me deep, rocking on my lap. When our mouths separated, she whispered, “You deserve this much after what you did.”

Really? Running over three men and damaging your company’s car?
I wasn’t about to argue. I was happy to let me uncle’s fiancé, the one who for months before had been the primary object of my masturbation fantasies, fuck me. I wouldn’t need those Facebook and Instagram shots anymore.

I reached down and took hold of that phenomenal butt; the one I’d stared at a thousand times. Oh God, it felt wonderful in my hands; so warm, round, and fat, just begging for attention. I clawed at it, slapping and gripping it with all my sexual energy, relishing every squeal of delight that came out of her mouth. Without a second thought, I searched for her tight asshole and pushed my middle finger inside up to the knuckle. Estella moaned against my lips as I finger-fucked her ass while she bounced on my cock like a woman riding a horse. I could feel her drenching my lap and the seat beneath us.

“So good, Eddie,” she moaned, “Mm, you’re such a good boy. Make me scream.”

I bit down on her nipple, and sure enough, my ears rang with her cry. I let go of one of her cheeks and began fondling her right breast, jiggling and squeezing the delicious globe like the very act could give her an orgasm.

Estella bit down hard on my ear, showing me just how much she loved what I was giving her.

She couldn’t possibly feel as good as I did. In fact, to put it lightly, I was surprised I hadn’t flooded her pussy the moment those sweet, mature lips had enveloped my young prick. But by now, I was definitely close to orgasm, and I told her as much. In response, she grabbed my mouth, hissed at me to fill her with my seed, and rode me harder than ever.

The car bounced like it was loaded with hydraulics; it must have looked crazy from the outside. None of that quiet, foggy window shit from Titanic; Estella was putting the car’s springs, and my cock, through the ringer. I knew I’d be sore afterwards, but that didn’t make a lick of difference.

And I gave back just as much as I took. Gripping her shoulders for leverage, I synced my bouncing rhythm to hers so that when she dropped, I bucked upwards. I went
deep
. So deep, in fact, that even on my very first night of physical passion, I knew what it felt like to reach a woman’s cervix.

And boy, did she let me know how hard I was ramming it. Estella screamed like a Latin banshee, showing just what a good Catholic woman she was by blaspheming against His holy name with every hard thrust I delivered.

Of course, as a new member of the Society of People Without a V-Card, there was no way I could keep this up. I delivered three deep thrusts, groaned into Estella’s ample chest, and held her down on my crotch as I released my fresh seed into her.

My uncle’s fiancé caressed and kissed my hair as I slowly came down from my orgasm. Eventually, once my breathing subsided, she whispered against my cheek, “Baby, that was so good.” And then I proceeded to taste her mouth for another sweet, long moment.

I drove us back home, with the comforting sound of that woman’s steady breathing beside me.

The fact that I may have killed a man that night was conveniently swept out of mind.

~~~~~

That was an unbelievable day, and it all came flooding back to me that night as I lay in bed.

The sudden realization that I had mowed down an underworld boss with Estella’s car hit me like a ton of bricks. Not about the car – the company’s insurance would likely cover that – but the fact that I jeopardized the safety of my entire family by the actions I had taken, including Estella.

To say that I spent the next day with a knot in my stomach was an understatement. Every knock on the door brought me into a shaking panic (yeah right, as if the Mexican Cartel would only knock!), and every time the phone rang I rushed over to listen to who it was.

There was radio silence on the first day – life went on as normal, though I couldn’t shake off the gut-wrenching feeling that shit was about to hit the fan at a hundred miles per hour.

Then two more days passed, and I worked up the courage to call my uncle’s house.

Esteban answered. “Hola, Eddie! What does my favorite nephew need?”

“Oh, uh… nothing, Tio Esteban. I was just wondering if uh, Estella was there?”

“Estella? No, she’s out with her girlfriends. Why? Do you want to change your driving lesson? I can do that for her.”

“No, no. I just… never mind, Tio. I’ll try again later.”

“Is everything all right?”

I fucked your wife, and drug lords might be using her to make a snuff film as we speak. “Yep. Talk to you later, Tio.

When I saw Estella’s name appear on my cell phone, I threw the PS4 controller and launched myself over to it.

“
Are you okay!?”
I yelled before she could even say hello.

“Jesus, Eddie,” she cried, “What’s the matter with you?”

“Has anyone been to your house? Or made scary calls? Or threatened you somehow?”

“Calm down, kid,” she insisted. “I’m fine; nobody’s done anything to me.”

I could feel my blood pressure return to a normal, less stroke-y level. My mouth was so dry I couldn’t speak, so I just breathed awkwardly into my phone until Estella did me the courtesy of continuing the conversation. “I’ve been worried too. But honestly, it was dark, and we didn’t have the headlights on. There was a good chance nobody there knew who we were. Well, except Rolando.”

My heartrate went into overdrive again. “R-Rolando?”

“Yeah. He paid me a visit last night. Said he recognized the car, and then took it—”

“Estella, shut up for a minute! You just said Rolando knows it was us that mowed that guy down?”

There was a moment of terse silence. “What did you just say to me?”

“S-sorry. But don’t you know what this means? We’re not safe, not even close! That fat-ass is going to bring his boys down on us for this!”

“Um, were we in the same car? Didn’t you see what was about to go down that night?”

I thought back for a moment. “Honestly, it was all kind of a blur. Up until, well, you know.”

She chuckled. “Rolando was about to get capped, dummy. We saved that fat-ass’s ass, in case you didn’t realize.”

I wasn’t placated. I knew this would only spell shit for me, one way or another. The sickening feeling that some invisible wall was slowly closing in on me wouldn’t go away. Estella’s revelation did little to ease my anxiety.

“Look Eddie, maybe you should get some rest. I’ll bet you’ve barely slept a wink since that night.”

I remained silent, not really knowing what to say or even where to go with my life from there. I suddenly had a very powerful notion to drop the phone, pack my shit up, and escape to Canada. Anything to get the tennis ball-sized knots out of my stomach.

“Or would you rather I go over there and help you relax?” Estella suggested with a sly cadence to her voice.

Canada suddenly didn’t seem so appealing.

“Uh, you could do that…” I began.

She laughed at me from the other end. “What would your mother think hearing those kinds of noises coming from her angel’s bedroom?”

“We’re going to do it in Isabella’s room?”

That sent her into roaring laughter. “You’re so gross! But more clever than I give you credit for.”

I was suddenly rock-hard, and found that some of the knots in my gut had started loosening up. “So… does that mean you won’t swing by to get me off?”

I could hear the smirk in her reply. “I’m sure you have no problem getting yourself off.”

“Yeah but… it’s nicer when I get a hand. From someone special.”

“Aw, look at you, mister sweet talker. Well, I’ve actually got to start getting dinner ready for your uncle but…” she went quiet for a moment. “Hold up a second.” I heard her wander around for a few seconds before asking: “You still there?”

Like I’m going anywhere. “Yep.”

“Are you hard?”

“…Yes.”

“Well, get him out for me, grab some lotion, and start stroking.” She didn’t have to tell me twice. “And put
lots
on it. I want to hear those wet sounds from here.”

My tight fist and well-lubed shaft made very audible noises, which made Estella purr on the other end. “That sounds so yummy,” she said in a smoky voice. “Can you go faster?”

Of course I could. My hand became a blur as I furiously jerked off. I tried making it as loud as possible, and even held my cell against my cock so she could hear it better.

“That sounds delicious,” she said when I returned it to my ear. “Now, I have to leave real soon, so can you do me a little favor?”

“Anything,” I said to my future aunt through short breaths.

“Can you cum all over yourself?”

Fuck yes I can!
I lay down on my bedroom floor and beat off harder. “I’m going to cum, Estella.”

“Do it, baby,” she whispered in her most alluring voice. “Cum for Estella.”

That pushed me over the edge. I groaned, screwed my eyes shut, and felt an incredible surge of pleasure, followed by thick, warm strings hitting my stomach and chest.

“Did that feel good?” she asked.

“Amazing. Like you were here doing it to me.”

She chuckled. “I love that I have that effect on you. Now clean up before your mother finds you like that, and then stop worrying about what happened. Everything’s going to be fine.”